Dancing in my shoes
Watching him dancing in my shoes,
Love never obtained, poured freely;
Distant fogged thoughts rinsed clean,
Passion and desire rightfully earned, denied;
From the outside, embraced and remembered,
Tugged and dragged across blades, memories poisoned,
Brick after brick rebuilt, collapsing;
You present him as the cure,
Unaware you are the illness,
Heart driven and fully lost,
Daggers pulled, cleaned, and offered,
May they present useful upon my foolishness
Dancing in my shoes, scorned unaware,
Living my dimension, breathing my life,
Cast from heaven to gaze, sorrowful,
Upon the undeserving holder of my sanity,
Release me and scatter my ashes
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